tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31779800598336597342017-08-15T20:33:07.948-04:00Mainely HomeDeb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125blogspot/hbXZhttps://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-58363744761309678872015-05-24T16:53:00.000-04:002015-05-24T16:53:54.547-04:00To My Girls: Loving the Process<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcRlPLhgvNE/VVEU1lT-GVI/AAAAAAAANYs/R_T3RQyV9k4/s1600/mother-day-image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcRlPLhgvNE/VVEU1lT-GVI/AAAAAAAANYs/R_T3RQyV9k4/s400/mother-day-image.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am so very thankful to all my daughters for their loving thoughts, wishes, and gifts for Mother's Day. Little do they realize that I am the one who has benefited from being their mother. &nbsp;When I became a mom at the age of twenty, I had so much to learn. Being the youngest in a large family didn't give me much practice at taking care of infants! &nbsp;But I loved being a mom. &nbsp;I loved the challenge, the rewards, the opportunities. &nbsp;Oh, I had my days, for sure. &nbsp;But I never wanted to go back to work. &nbsp;I knew it was God's call upon my life. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So thank you, girls, (and Ben!), for the chocolate, the flowers, the mug, the candle, the lovely wall art, the material (to sew something for myself!), the journal, the family picture, the knee pad so I can garden,the watch, &nbsp;the phone call, the text message. &nbsp;The gifts were thoughtful and appreciated, but it is the one behind the gift that is so special to me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The process continues. &nbsp;I have learned so much in the last three years about how to be a mother who asks for forgiveness, a mom who lets go of all her fears and worries, a mom who can pray with her daughters, a mother who prays for the hard things in her children's lives. &nbsp;I have learned how to receive from you, too. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHU_oQXSuAg/VWI4ZUFSVhI/AAAAAAAANag/2FGTdLyrrcM/s1600/Free-Motherhood-Printable.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHU_oQXSuAg/VWI4ZUFSVhI/AAAAAAAANag/2FGTdLyrrcM/s320/Free-Motherhood-Printable.png" width="256" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One of my greatest treasures is the grandchildren that you have given me, and the little one that is on the way! &nbsp;What a joy to love these kids, even through their tough teen years. &nbsp;It makes being a mother all the richer. &nbsp;It took me years to realize all the sacrifices my mom made for me, and although she kept her feelings to herself, I knew that she loved me. &nbsp;I know that you girls make sacrifices everyday for your children. &nbsp;Don't worry; someday they will realize just how much you love them. &nbsp;Today it seems like a lot of work, a lot of care, and so little time to yourself. &nbsp;Understand that God is grooming you through the process. Whatever else He has for you, being a mom is so dear to His heart. &nbsp;He even tells us that He loves us like a mother. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My prayer is that I will finish well as a mother and grandmother. &nbsp;I know that I am still mom, on call, day or night, for my teenage boys and for all my children and grandchildren. &nbsp;I know that I am still mom to my children that are ten minutes down the road or in another time zone! &nbsp;I know that being a mom comes after being God's precious daughter, after being my beloved's partner and helpmeet, but it is a huge part of who I am. &nbsp;It is one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me. &nbsp;Don't get me wrong; I haven't been the world's greatest mom. &nbsp;I was selfish, I didn't want to get up with the baby at night, I wanted to be able to go somewhere without my kids, I yelled when I should have prayed, I withdrew when I needed to step up, I plunged ahead when I should have waited, I was inconsistent, overbearing, controlling and thought I was right. &nbsp;But deep down I always knew that this was exactly what God intended for me: to love Him and raise a large family.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpcg3Tu3knQ/VWI5wGZTwJI/AAAAAAAANbI/0I0daaD-rD8/s1600/Fam%2Bpic%2BXmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpcg3Tu3knQ/VWI5wGZTwJI/AAAAAAAANbI/0I0daaD-rD8/s640/Fam%2Bpic%2BXmas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="line-height: 0.23in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><br /></div>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-42785890826461823332015-05-16T10:13:00.000-04:002015-05-16T10:14:50.944-04:00Turning 70No, I am not turning seventy!! &nbsp;But my oldest brother did on May 15th. &nbsp;He always hits his next big milestone before I hit mine. &nbsp;I will be 59 on September 10, 2015. <br /><br />He wrote a poem reflecting on Psalm 90 on his birthday which prompted me to write my own paraphrase loosely based on the same psalm. &nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPf796BBP0w/VVdPbXWt7YI/AAAAAAAANZc/S1RV0JqEm8c/s1600/psalm-90-14-deborah-mclain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPf796BBP0w/VVdPbXWt7YI/AAAAAAAANZc/S1RV0JqEm8c/s400/psalm-90-14-deborah-mclain.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><h1 class="western"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Psalm 90&nbsp;English Standard Version (ESV)</span></span></span></h1><h3 class="western" style="line-height: 110%; margin-top: 0in; orphans: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">From Everlasting to Everlasting</span></span></span></h3><h4 class="western" style="line-height: 0.2in; margin-top: 0in; orphans: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A&nbsp;Prayer of Moses, the&nbsp;man of God.</span></span></span></h4><div style="line-height: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15381"></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">90&nbsp;Lord, you have been our&nbsp;dwelling place[</span></span></span><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm+90&amp;version=ESV#fen-ESV-15380a"><span style="color: #b34b2c;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">a</span></span></span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">]<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in all generations.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>2&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Before the&nbsp;mountains were brought forth,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;or ever you had formed the earth and the world,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;from everlasting to everlasting you are God.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15382"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15383"></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>3&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">You return man to dust<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and say,&nbsp;“Return,&nbsp;O children of man!”[</span></span></span><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm+90&amp;version=ESV#fen-ESV-15382b"><span style="color: #b34b2c;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">b</span></span></span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">]</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>4&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">For&nbsp;a thousand years in your sight<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;are but as&nbsp;yesterday when it is past,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;or as&nbsp;a watch in the night.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15384"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15385"></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>5&nbsp;</b>You&nbsp;sweep them away as with a flood; they are like&nbsp;a dream,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;like&nbsp;grass that is renewed in the morning:<br /><b>6&nbsp;</b>in&nbsp;the morning it flourishes and is renewed;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the evening it&nbsp;fades and&nbsp;withers.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15386"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15387"></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>7&nbsp;</b>For we are brought to an end by your anger;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;by your wrath we are dismayed.<br /><b>8&nbsp;</b>You have&nbsp;set our iniquities before you,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;our&nbsp;secret sins in the light of your presence.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15388"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15389"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15390"></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>9&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">For all our days pass away under your wrath;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;we bring our years to an end like a sigh.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>10&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The years of our life are seventy,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;or even by reason of strength eighty;<br />yet their span[</span></span></span><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm+90&amp;version=ESV#fen-ESV-15389c"><span style="color: #b34b2c;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">c</span></span></span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">]&nbsp;is but toil and trouble;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;they are soon gone, and we fly away.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>11&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Who considers the power of your anger,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and your wrath according to the fear of you?</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15391"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15392"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15393"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15394"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15395"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="en-ESV-15396"></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>12&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So teach us to number our days<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;that we may get a heart of wisdom.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>13&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Return, O&nbsp;Lord!&nbsp;How long?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Have&nbsp;pity on your servants!</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>14&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Satisfy us in the&nbsp;morning with your steadfast love,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;that we may&nbsp;rejoice and be glad all our days.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>15&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Make us glad for as many days as you have&nbsp;afflicted us,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and for as many years as we have seen evil.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>16&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Let your&nbsp;work be shown to your servants,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and your glorious power to their children.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>17&nbsp;</b></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Let the&nbsp;favor[</span></span></span><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm+90&amp;version=ESV#fen-ESV-15396d"><span style="color: #b34b2c;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">d</span></span></span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">]&nbsp;of the Lord our God be upon us,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and establish&nbsp;the work of our hands upon us;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;yes, establish the work of our hands!</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><br /><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My paraphrase:</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Lord, I have dwelt with you my entire life. As a baby, and even before, I was brought to church—to every service. My parents' parents went to church and brought their children.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Yet you tell me that before you created this world, these grandparents, these parents of mine, before you created me, there You were—from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You limit my days and say, “Return to dust, O son, O daughter of Adam." &nbsp;For I have inherited more than family traits from my ancestors. I have inherited Adam's inclination to rebellion, to wanting to do things my way. </i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Even if I live to be a thousand years old, to You my life is just like a day that has passed and become yesterday, or like a night that has ended with the sunrise. </i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Or my life is like a branch that is swept away in a flood, or like the grass that looks so green in the morning dew but withers in the scorching sunlight and by evening is faded and useless.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>I know I deserve your anger and wrath. The thought of what I deserve brings me to the end of myself. I see that the character of all my pride and rebellion, even my secret sins, are revealed in the Light of your Presence.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>So my days end as insignificant as sigh, even if I live to be eighty. Yet the whole of my life can be summed up in working, striving and facing trouble after trouble. One day I will be gone like a bird that flies away. </i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>I consider the power of your anger, your wrath towards all who are in rebellion and fear you who can kill the soul.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Teach me to consider each day as an opportunity to partner with You; teach my heart to be wise. Return to me, Lord, for I am returning to You. I am repenting of my pride and rebellion. You created me and I cannot live, I cannot find my destiny without You. Have pity on me for I am coming to You humbly. </i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Only You can satisfy me each morning. Only your unfailing, eternal, never changing love can save me. Only in this Love can I have joy and be glad, truly glad for each day no matter what it holds.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Lord, may I be glad to be in You for as many days as I have rebelled against you and experienced the affliction of my sin. You are the great Restorer. Show me as many years of Your goodness as I have seen years of evil that pride produced in my life.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Let me truly see the work You have done, the work You are doing, the work You will do. Show me Your glory and Your power by Your Spirit.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Let Your favor be upon me, the favor You bestow on Your Son in whom You are well pleased, whose life I have because He gave His life for me. Let the beauty of grace show up in my life. May those things I do here and now count up there and forever as You accomplish all things in my life. Your Kingdom come, Your will be done.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>As it is in Heaven, as it will be in my life when I am in Heaven, so be it now in my life here on earth. And one day I will fly away to be with You forever. Oh glorious day!</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Deborah Cawley, May 16, 2015</i></span></span></div>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-87574354106428964942015-05-04T15:23:00.000-04:002015-05-04T15:24:07.719-04:00Jesus, My Advocate, Who Pleads my Case<span style="font-size: large;">May 4, 2015</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Job&amp;c=16&amp;v=6&amp;t=NIV#s=452006" target="_blank">Job 16</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Thinking this morning about pain. &nbsp;Last week when I had my teeth cleaned and the next day the whole right side of my mouth began aching. &nbsp;Sometimes the pain would come in waves. &nbsp;Eating has been difficult as any cold is extremely painful. Chewing seems to aggravate the pain and at times even talking hurts. &nbsp;Pain killers bring some relief and it doesn't keep me up at night, but pain always wears me out. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Physical pain seems to make other things in life so much harder to deal with. &nbsp;Difficult situations now seem to loom as big as mountains I cannot climb. &nbsp;It becomes almost impossible to stop thinking about myself and the pain. &nbsp;So I thought about Job, the righteous man of old, who suffered the loss of all things, including the grief of losing all his children. &nbsp;Maybe that would have been bearable, but then Satan inflicted him with tormenting pain in his body.The final straw was the condemning "comfort" and "help" of his friends. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Yet in reading Job 16 I saw some things there I had never seen before. &nbsp;In verse six, Job says:</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: #f9fafb; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'sans serif'; line-height: 20.1599998474121px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>“Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.</i></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He can't get away from the pain. &nbsp;There is no relief</span><br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">7 Surely, God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household. 8 You have shriveled me up--and it has become a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me. 9 God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes. 10 People open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me. 11 God has turned me over to the ungodly and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked. 12 All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target; 13 his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground. 14 Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior. 15 "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes; 17 yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure. 18 "Earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest! [Job 16:7-18 NIV]</span></i><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Job recognizes that God has done this. &nbsp;We all put the cause of Job's pain in Satan's hand--the work of the enemy. &nbsp;But we know that God gave Satan permission. &nbsp;So ultimately it comes from God's hand. &nbsp;As I read this description of Job's pain, I realized how this could be a prophecy concerning the death of Jesus. &nbsp;</span><br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">my gauntness rises up and testifies against me...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">People open their mouths to jeer at me;</span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">God has turned me over to the ungodly and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">All was well with me, but he shattered me;</span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">he seized me by the neck and crushed me...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">He has made me his target;&nbsp;</span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">his archers surround me...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground...</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;">My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes;&nbsp;</span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure..</span></i><br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i><span style="font-size: large;">Such a description fits the abuse Jesus suffered at the hands of men at his trial and crucifixion. &nbsp;And like Job, Jesus suffered even though his hands were free of violence and his prayer was pure. Unlike Job, we know that Jesus suffered because of sin, suffered because of my sin and the sin of the whole world. &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">But it is what Job says next that amazes me. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>19 Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high. 20 My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God; 21 on behalf of a man he pleads with God as one pleads for a friend. [Job 16:19-21 NIV]</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Job says that he has a witness in heaven, an advocate on high. &nbsp;One who pleads his case before God. &nbsp;And not only an advocate, but an intercessor; One who is praying for him. &nbsp;And not only an advocate and intercessor, but also a Friend. &nbsp;Only the Holy Spirit could write these words of prophecy! &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Later on in chapter nineteen, Job again describes his troubles and it reflects accurately on the sorrow that Jesus would bear. And again Job speaks words of prophecy:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>25 I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth. 26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God; 27 I myself will see him with my own eyes--I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me! [Job 19:25-27 NIV]</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0kseJ7ocsE/VUdiCsetn0I/AAAAAAAANOE/_AJKeEVLjig/s1600/3cef2ad3083454871282ec150207362e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0kseJ7ocsE/VUdiCsetn0I/AAAAAAAANOE/_AJKeEVLjig/s640/3cef2ad3083454871282ec150207362e.jpg" width="160" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">So, in the midst of my little, annoying pain, I will remember that I have a Friend in heaven. &nbsp;He is my Redeemer and He lives! &nbsp;He is coming again some day to stand on this earth and set all things right. He pleads my case before the Father. &nbsp;He intercedes for me. He has borne all my pain and sorrow. He took upon Himself all my rejection, all my fear, all my sin and shame. &nbsp;He was declared&nbsp;guilty&nbsp;so I&nbsp;could go free! &nbsp;All this He did for me. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Today, in the midst of my trials and troubles which go beyond the physical pain, I say with the apostle Paul that my light and momentary troubles are achieving for me an eternal glory that far outweighs all my troubles.<a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=2Co&amp;c=4&amp;v=17&amp;t=NIV#s=1082017" target="_blank">2 Cor. 4: 17-18</a> &nbsp;Nothing is wasted in God's Kingdom, not even a toothache! &nbsp;Job had hope that His redeemer lived! &nbsp;He fixed his eyes not on what he saw and felt, but on what was unseen. That is faith! &nbsp;Fixing my eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and&nbsp;perfecter&nbsp;of my faith! &nbsp;<a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Heb&amp;c=12&amp;v=2&amp;t=NIV#s=t_conc_1145002" target="_blank">Heb. 12:2</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;Without faith it is impossible to please God.&nbsp;<a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Heb&amp;c=11&amp;t=NIV#s=1144006" target="_blank">Heb. 11:6</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I can know that my pain and my trials and my troubles are temporary. &nbsp;Satan lies to me and says that the pain will never go away. &nbsp;That I can't get through today. &nbsp;That the trouble I see around me will ruin lives. &nbsp;That here is a problem that Jesus can't fix. &nbsp;That there is no hope; it's been too long, it won't end, it's all my fault, and I have failed. &nbsp;LIES! &nbsp;God is achieving <i>for me</i> an eternal glory!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I can even rejoice in my trials and troubles! &nbsp;I can persevere! &nbsp;I can ask God for wisdom in how to handle each and every one! <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jas&amp;c=1&amp;t=NIV" target="_blank">James 1</a>&nbsp;I can keep my thoughts and my eyes on Jesus! &nbsp;I can stop looking at what I can see and keep my eyes on what I can't see, on the eternal!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. [2Co 4:17-18 NIV]</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pblcZdOYCek/VUdiN_JtnCI/AAAAAAAANOM/Il1zivEDGkI/s1600/Counting-it-all-joy-700x554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="505" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pblcZdOYCek/VUdiN_JtnCI/AAAAAAAANOM/Il1zivEDGkI/s640/Counting-it-all-joy-700x554.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you, Father, for this perspective for my day. &nbsp;Thank for Jesus, who is always the answer to my every prayer. &nbsp;Thank you for this wonderful Friend, who has redeemed me and who is the pioneer who goes before me and is perfecting my faith! &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-80534778186684904652015-05-02T10:44:00.003-04:002015-05-02T10:44:49.730-04:00Jesus, my Friend<span style="font-size: large;">Holy Spirit is my counselor, Jesus is my friend, so I am never without a friend or counselor.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+5:20&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Luke 5:20</a>&nbsp; <i>When I put my faith in Jesus, He calls me His friend.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+15:13&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">John 15:13</a>&nbsp;Jesus showed me how great His love is for me, His friend, because He laid down His life for me.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+15:15&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">John 15:15</a>&nbsp;I know that I am Jesus' friend and not just His servant, because He has shared with me everything He learned from the Father.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2014%3A26&amp;version=MEV" target="_blank">John 14:26</a>&nbsp;The Holy Spirit comes in Jesus' name and teaches me and reminds of things I tend to forget...things that are true about Jesus. &nbsp;He counsels me to stick to the truth and reject the lies.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+17%3A17&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Proverbs 17:17</a>&nbsp; As my friend, Jesus loves me...all the time, no matter what I do to mess up. &nbsp;He sticks by me, more than my own sister, and He is there in my trials.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James%204%3A4&amp;version=MSG" target="_blank">James 4:4</a>&nbsp;If all I want is my own way, if all I want to do is flirt with the world every chance I get, then I will no longer have Jesus as my friend; I become an enemy of God. &nbsp;This will break His heart, for He loves me with a jealous love. &nbsp;I need to stick with the truth that what God gives me in love, is far better than anything else I find.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?persist_safety_mode=1&amp;safety_mode=true&amp;v=UI0cgUKMqRs" target="_blank">Friend of God by Israel Houghton</a></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhFoWnzMGk0/VUTdEvY9TWI/AAAAAAAANNk/xas9X5KwInw/s1600/daily-bible-verse-devotion-friend-of-god-1024x512.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhFoWnzMGk0/VUTdEvY9TWI/AAAAAAAANNk/xas9X5KwInw/s1600/daily-bible-verse-devotion-friend-of-god-1024x512.png" height="320" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I was growing, I longed for a friend. &nbsp;My best friend moved to a new town when we were about ten, and I felt so alone. I had brothers and sisters, lots of them(!), but I wanted a friend at school, and a friend to do stuff with after school. &nbsp;A friend who went to church with me, because that was a very important part of my life. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In high school, God gave me two very dear friends at my church, but they didn't attend my high school. &nbsp;So I had church friends and school friends and it still felt like not enough. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After marriage, I longed for that girl-friend that I could share things with and talk with. &nbsp;You know, girl stuff. &nbsp;I kept looking. Kept thinking, maybe she's the one, that bosom friend, as Ann of Green Gables would say. &nbsp;I knew that I had my true friend in my husband, but often he didn't understand me. Who would ever truly love me and totally understand me? &nbsp;I remember the day when I was reading in Philippians 4 and came to these verses:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="verse font-helvetica" id="v-4" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial; font-size: 1.3em !important; line-height: 28px; outline: none !important;">Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him!&nbsp;</div><div class="verse font-helvetica" id="v-5" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial; font-size: 1.3em !important; line-height: 28px; outline: none !important;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; font-size: inherit !important; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 3px;">5</strong>&nbsp;<span class="verse-5" style="box-sizing: border-box;">Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you're on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. <b><i>He could show up any minute!&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><div class="verse font-helvetica" id="v-6" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial; font-size: 1.3em !important; line-height: 28px; outline: none !important;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; font-size: inherit !important; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 3px;">6</strong><span class="verse-6" style="box-sizing: border-box;">Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns.&nbsp;</span></div><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;"></span><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;"></span><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;"></span><br /><div class="verse font-helvetica" id="v-7" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial; font-size: 1.3em !important; line-height: 28px; outline: none !important;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; font-size: inherit !important; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 3px;">7</strong>&nbsp;<span class="verse-7" style="box-sizing: border-box;">Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.</span></div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: helvetica, arial;"><span style="font-size: 20.7999992370605px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 28px;">And the Holy Spirit whispered to me, Jesus, your best friend, is right by your side. &nbsp;He is here! &nbsp;Always here! &nbsp;He knows you better than anyone else, and He is always beside you. You are never alone to face any problem, or worry, or pain, or disappointment, or struggle. &nbsp;</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: helvetica, arial;"><span style="font-size: 20.7999992370605px; line-height: 28px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: helvetica, arial;"><span style="font-size: 20.7999992370605px; line-height: 28px;">So I claimed the promise in&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+41%3A13&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Isaiah 41:13</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><i><span class="text Isa-41-13" id="en-NIV-18465" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; position: relative;">For I am the&nbsp;<span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>&nbsp;your God</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="text Isa-41-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">who takes hold of your right hand&nbsp;</span></span><span class="text Isa-41-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; position: relative;">and says to you, Do not fear;&nbsp;</span><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="text Isa-41-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">I will help<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-18465B" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-18465B&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference B&quot;&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;you.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="text Isa-41-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="text Isa-41-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jesus, you are my best friend. &nbsp;You are the one who holds my hand all day long and whispers in my ear, "Don't be afraid; I will help you." You are my bosom friend, the One who fills the longing of my heart. &nbsp;I love you, Jesus.</span></span></span></div><div><i><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="text Isa-41-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><br /></span></span></i></div>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-20946386335772233822015-04-28T08:32:00.000-04:002015-04-28T08:39:25.826-04:00My Unshakeable Confidence<span style="font-size: large;">Praising God today for the confidence I have because <i><b>God is my unshakeable confidence</b></i>, and nothing can shake me so much that I lose confidence in Him.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BixwFBzkko/VT98aoarTFI/AAAAAAAANM0/lSS5biGnTVQ/s1600/confidence-faith-god-hope-trust-favim-com-48478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BixwFBzkko/VT98aoarTFI/AAAAAAAANM0/lSS5biGnTVQ/s1600/confidence-faith-god-hope-trust-favim-com-48478.jpg" height="319" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">I will not be shaken because of the unfailing love that God Most High has for me, his daughter. &nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+21:7&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Psalm 21:7</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I will not be shaken because I keep my eyes always on the Lord, and He is at my right hand.&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm16%3A8&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Psalm 16:8</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I am confident that the One who began a good work in me will carry it on to completion, right up to the day that Jesus returns for me. &nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Phil.+1%3A6&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Philippians 1:6</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I am confident in the Sovereign Lord, because He has been my hope since my youth.&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+71%3A5&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Psalm 71:5</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Because I &nbsp;fear God, I have a secure fortress in Him, and a refuge for my children--a place we can run to and be safe. <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Prov.+14%3A26&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Proverbs 14:26</a>&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">When I put my trust in the Lord and my confidence in Him, I will be blessed. &nbsp;</span><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jer+17%3A7&amp;version=NIV" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Jeremiah 17:7</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">With me is the Lord my God to help me and to fight my battles. This gives me confidence, and I don't have to be afraid or discouraged.&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Chron+32%3A8&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">2 Chronicles 32:8</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Chronicles+20:15&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">2 Chronicles 20:15</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Though my world be shaken and turned upside down, God's unfailing love will not fail me and His promise of peace will not be removed, because the Lord has compassion on me. &nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+54%3A10&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Isaiah 54:10</a></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjXyrL5nIg/VT9_AzJgyAI/AAAAAAAANNI/FdTi6GVdXQg/s1600/Psalm-73_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjXyrL5nIg/VT9_AzJgyAI/AAAAAAAANNI/FdTi6GVdXQg/s1600/Psalm-73_26.jpg" height="200" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-14354586163270237552015-04-23T14:19:00.001-04:002015-04-28T06:44:33.861-04:00Coming home from Encounter also means coming under attack. &nbsp;The enemy does not want us to walk in the freedom we have acquired and will tempt us and pull out all the stops to get us to walk in bondage again.<br /><br />For me this week it has been headaches, depression, resentment building up in me, and a desire to quit. &nbsp;I have been spending time with the Lord. &nbsp;I have been praising Him, listening to praise music and putting on the "armor" before getting out of bed. &nbsp;But I am still struggling. <br /><br />But I've also been hiding. &nbsp;Oh, I asked some ladies to pray for me, and they did. &nbsp;But I haven't shared what I am struggling with. &nbsp;So tonight I will pray with my husband. &nbsp;I will let him know what I'm struggling with--even though part of it is that I don't really know! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubbLpoQyGSE/VTkzjUkCTVI/AAAAAAAANMY/Ek934ny264A/s1600/Hebrews%2B4%2Bverse%2B13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubbLpoQyGSE/VTkzjUkCTVI/AAAAAAAANMY/Ek934ny264A/s1600/Hebrews%2B4%2Bverse%2B13.png" height="167" width="200" /></a></div>Why am I so afraid to let others know that I struggle? &nbsp;Like the talk I gave on Peter, I fail to live and walk in my new identity. &nbsp;Under pressure, under attackDeb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-86534024397574371552015-04-21T13:15:00.000-04:002015-04-21T13:15:01.081-04:00<span style="font-size: large;">Just home from another wonderful Encounter Weekend with a bunch of wonderful women. &nbsp;God worked in mighty ways! &nbsp;Made new friends and shared with old ones, too. </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">I wanted to post the testimony I gave on Friday night at Encounter. &nbsp;Someone asked for part of it, but I think God wants me to share the whole thing. &nbsp;I am an overcomer, and God's Word says that I overcome by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of my testimony. &nbsp;Rev. 12:11</span><br /><br /><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>April 14, 2015</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Psa. 80:7 Restore us, O God Almighty; make your face shine upon us, that we may be saved.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>About four years ago I was burned out, worn out, weary, depressed, depleted and struggling in so many ways. I cried out to God. We were in a new church fellowship and every Sunday they had prayer time during the service where you could pray aloud (or silently) while the Praise Team sang a song; and every Sunday I cried out to God with tears. God and I communing, often without words. </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I started a Bible study on my own with Beth Moore's book on the Psalms of Ascents and poured out my pain and emptiness to God and the healing began. I was scared to get my hopes up, scared of failing God—again. After all, I'd been a Christian almost all my life, a church leader—wasn't I the one who was supposed to have all the answers? But I came to God knowing that there was no other place to go. There had to be more answers than the ones I already knew. So I came expecting God to meet me somehow, to show me what was wrong. The more I kept meeting with God, the hungrier I got for His Word. I also began meeting regularly with a couple of friends who loved the Lord. </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>And then God gave me this dream of a couple of old hags refusing to get out of a room that I am renting. So I negotiate a price with them that they will pay me to stay there. But I don't really want them to stay so I find the landlady. She has some financial records of rent I have paid but there are missing entries and she doesn't have any answers for me. I tell her there must be more records and she points to a pile of papers. When I look through the papers, I find that these are a lot of family mementos and pictures. Then I look up and the landlady is coming down the hallway holding her arm in great pain, a look of grief on her face. And I am surprised that the landlady is actually one of my friends that I have been meeting with.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>God showed me that those two hags were fear and pride. Two sins in my life that were grieving the Holy Spirit. I had been working on fear—memorizing verses and renewing my mind with God's truth about His perfect love casting out fear. But pride? I would have to work on that one. I was raised to be proud, I had things to be proud of. But I wasn't too proud, or was I? </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>At the same time I began seeking the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I had been raised to believe that the charismatic gifts of the Spirit were not for today, especially speaking in tongues. It never made much sense to me, but when everyone you look up to, every pastor you've known tells you it is wrong, you accept it as wrong. I didn't necessarily think it was wrong for everybody, but it couldn't be something God had for me or He would have given it to me, right? I had good friends who spoke in tongues but no one in my family every had. Yet I wanted more of God. I was empty. I wanted power to actually live the Christian life. So I kept seeking, searching scripture and reading books on the Holy Spirit. And God was opening my eyes to the pride in my life.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I began memorizing verses on pride, like Prov. 11:2, &nbsp;"When pride comes, then comes disgrace; but with humility comes wisdom." &nbsp;Or Ps. 10:4, &nbsp;"In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God." &nbsp;Or Prov. 8:13, &nbsp; "To fear the Lord is to hate evil. I hate pride and arrogance, evil behavior and perverse speech." &nbsp;I began to see how God views pride: He hates it, it is evil and disgraceful. Then one day I read this poem by Beth Moore on pride:</i></span></div><h1 class="western"><div align="center" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0.17in; orphans: 1;"><br /><br /></div><div align="center" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0.17in; orphans: 1;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">My name is Pride. I am a cheater.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of your God-given destiny…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you demand your own way.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of contentment…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you “deserve better than this.”</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of knowledge…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you already know it all.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of healing…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you are too full of you to forgive.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of holiness…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you refuse to admit when you are wrong.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of vision…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you’d rather look in the mirror than out a window.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of genuine friendship…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because nobody’s going to know the real you.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of love…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because real romance demands sacrifice.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of greatness in heaven…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I cheat you of God’s glory…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">because I convinced you to seek your own.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">My name is Pride. I am a cheater.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">Untrue.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">I’m looking to make a fool of you.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry…</span><br /><span style="color: black;">If you stick with me you’ll never know.</span></span></span></span></div></h1><div style="line-height: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0.17in; orphans: 1;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 100%;">That was me. God was&nbsp;breaking down my walls, my strongholds, my prejudices. Finally the day came when I decided I was ready. I had grieved over the sin in my life and repented as best I knew how. I had forgiven people. I had no idea what God was going to do, but I was ready to ask for His Holy Spirit to fill me. So I prayed with my friends and they prayed over me and I asked God to come and fill me and He did! I had such a sensation of joy in my heart! I humbled myself to speak out loud the “silly” word that came into my head and received the gift of tongues.</i></div></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>And that was just the beginning. There is so much I could tell you of my journey. God has broken me over and over again at the sin in my life, but each time He has brought healing to my soul. He healed me of a deep, hidden grief over the death of our stillborn baby, Zebulun. He healed me of a spirit of rejection, of being fearful, of pride, of idolatry, and more. He is still healing me! </i></span></div><div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I wrote this in my journal on Jan. 28, 2013....</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">Lord Jesus, I kneel at your feel. &nbsp;I humble myself before you, head bowed, not daring to lift my face. &nbsp;I am no longer prideful, but pride threatens to try to worm its way back into my life. &nbsp;I am no longer fearful, but yet not as bold as I should be. &nbsp;</i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="line-height: 100%;">Before you filled me with your Holy Spirit, I thought the core of my life was to be righteous, yet I was still serving myself,&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 16px;">opposed</span><span style="line-height: 100%;">&nbsp;to You in my prideful way.</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">I was fearful of the rejection and wounds of man and built up walls of silence around myself. &nbsp;I knew only a little of your grace and mercy and forgiveness. &nbsp;I worked and worked to please You and everyone around me, but I was really working to please myself. &nbsp;I never showed my true heart to&nbsp;anyone. &nbsp;I couldn't look upon my own heart, afraid to see that I was unclean, scarred by the leprosy of my fear and pride.</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">Slowly, gently, lovingly, as I sought Your face and the light of Your glory, You revealed Yourself to me. &nbsp;And as I saw You in your mercy and love, You began revealing my heart to me. &nbsp;I came to that moment--actually several moments--when I confessed and repented of my pride. &nbsp;Then you delivered me from all my fears. &nbsp;Oh that glorious vision of removing Zebulun from his "grave-box" at your prompting and holding him and feeling the warmth of his little body.</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">But again, Lord, I am prompted by your Holy Spirit as I read the encounter of Simon the leper in the novel, "Second Touch" by Bodie Thoene. &nbsp;I weep as I echo his words as he comes to Jesus.</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;"><br /></span></i></span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"This is my true heart: I am a leper! &nbsp;Inside and out, I am unclean.</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; There is nowhere else for me to go," &nbsp;Simon concluded simply. &nbsp;"I..</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I need to be forgive. &nbsp;Oh, Lord! &nbsp;Clean the inside of the cup as well</span></i></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;as the outside! &nbsp;You can heal me if you want to!"&nbsp;</span></i></span><br /><br /><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: #741b47;">&nbsp;And then the Yeshua's words: &nbsp;"I want to." &nbsp;As I study your Word about healing and as I ask for healing for my arm, my headaches, my gut, I realize that what I really want is for your Word to heal my insides. &nbsp;Take the leprosy out of my heart--all of it. &nbsp;Continue to reveal my heart to me that I might purify myself. &nbsp;Show me how to change the thoughts and intents of my heart. &nbsp;Renew a right spirit within me.</span></span></i><br /><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I could never than you enough for the punishment you suffered for me. &nbsp;I will never fully know the depths of your love for me to take my sin upon yourself, to carve my name on your palm. &nbsp;I accept your righteousness, your forgiveness, your love and mercy and grace. &nbsp;I welcome your Holy Spirit in my life. &nbsp;May He dwell in me richly and bring the very fullness of your life into mine, until I &nbsp;am fully hid in Christ.</span></span></i><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="line-height: 100%;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0.17in; orphans: 1;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">God heals. He restores. He longs to show you who you really are in Him. He longs for you. You are the pearl of great price that He was willing to give all that He had to buy you back—to buy me back.</span></span></div><div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-34327502475567387942015-03-26T11:04:00.002-04:002015-03-26T11:17:10.418-04:00It's Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://undignifiedpraise.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/New-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://undignifiedpraise.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/New-day.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>March 26, 2015</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I decided to start up my blog again and realized I had a lot of posts that never got published. &nbsp;In looking over these drafts, I see that maybe at times I was afraid of putting my thoughts out there, some were unfinished, and some about personal struggles.</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But my Father is calling me to honesty and to the person He is creating me to be. &nbsp;So all the old post are published today with the original date that I wrote them. &nbsp;May someone be encouraged and helped along the way in their own journey with Jesus!</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://beautifullife365.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Art-Journal-Free-to-Be-Me-2-Beautiful-Life-365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://beautifullife365.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Art-Journal-Free-to-Be-Me-2-Beautiful-Life-365.jpg" height="320" width="269" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-12808736967437019612015-03-26T11:03:00.001-04:002015-03-26T11:03:24.117-04:00<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">April 9, 2014<br /><br />So much happened in February. &nbsp;It was a bittersweet time. &nbsp;But God tells us there is a time for everything. &nbsp;I wrote this shortly after Susannah went back to Colorado. &nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">February 20, 2014</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She came home and it was like she never left.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She smiled, and talked and I recognized it all.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The hugs were passed out, over and over again</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We shared meals, the tuna fish and blueberry muffins, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">homemade macaroni and cheese and scotcheroos.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I didn't want to say goodbye,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I didn't want to let her go.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But she had to leave.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I should have said, “I love you” fifty more times,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">no, a hundred; because it's true.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I should have told her how beautiful she is</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and how proud I am of her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm so glad she came, even though the </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">occasion was sad. So often hellos mean we </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">must say goodbye. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm so glad she could meet her youngest niece, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and reconnect with all the others. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm so glad that she has this special </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">place in all our hearts. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">You are so precious to me, daughter.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I loved braiding your hair, going out to lunch,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">shopping together, seeing you with the kids, laughing </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">together with your sisters, sitting on the couch and talking.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Thank you for being my Suzy, our Suzy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I love you. &nbsp;</div>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-7275506344886865432015-03-26T11:03:00.000-04:002015-03-26T11:03:07.412-04:00February 25, 2013<br /><div class="heading passage-class-0" style="background-color: white; color: #5c1101; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"><h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">A paraphrase of Psalm 130</h3></div><div class="passage version-NIV1984 result-text-style-normal text-html " style="background-color: white;"><div class="poetry top-half" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-left: 2.6em; position: relative;"><div class="line" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Out of my weakness and weariness</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I call you, Lord.</i></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Lord, can you hear me? &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Does my cry for help reach your ears?&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Lord, if you thought about my sins&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>there is no way&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I could even talk to you,&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>let alone expect you to help me!</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But you have forgiven all my sins,</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(I John 1:9)&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>so that you may be honored and&nbsp;worshiped. &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">You not only forgave my sins,&nbsp;</i></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">but you cancelled the written code that I broke.&nbsp;</i></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">(Col. 2:13-14) &nbsp;</i></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">You took it away and nailed it to the cross&nbsp;</i></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">when Jesus poured out his blood&nbsp;</i></div><div class="line" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">that washes away all my sin.</i></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I wait for you Lord;&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want to fall in love with you&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>all over again. &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I put my hope in your Word. &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I meet you there, in the pages of your&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>l</i></span></span></span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ove letter&nbsp;</i><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to me.&nbsp;</i></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I put my hope in the life changing power&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>of your Word.</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I wait expectantly and as surely&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>as the sun rises every morning,&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I know I will see you&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>working in my life again,&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>restoring me with strength and joy--</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>buying back every moment&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>of despair and hurt,&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>every day of pain and tears.</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Your love is not able to fail! &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Your love is always there&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and is new every morning.&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Lamentations 3:22-24)&nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Your redeeming process is complete. &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>It flows over me in abundance. &nbsp;</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I put my hope in you!</i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="line" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-8" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div></div></div>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-82390529179980477692015-03-26T11:02:00.004-04:002015-03-26T11:02:53.170-04:00Psalm 34 2012<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sometime in 2012</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Psalm 34</span><br /><br />A journey began quite a few months ago, actually almost two years ago. &nbsp;I began seeking God. &nbsp;Tired and worn out, struggling to keep up, overwhelmed and feeling lost, I sought God. &nbsp;Oh, He'd always been a part of my life but maybe the key word there is "part". <br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ps. 34:4 I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And He showed up. &nbsp;I poured out my heart to Him through a Bible Study and His words began to seep into my dry desert. &nbsp;He lifted up my head, and I started seeing His love again. &nbsp;Finished that study and started another. &nbsp;Here, He directed me to start meeting with a couple of friends to join me on my journey. &nbsp;I remember the day I said to them, "I feel like I'm falling in love with Jesus all over again." &nbsp;They were called alongside to encourage and introduce me to the Holy Spirit. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ps. 34:8 Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh, He is good! &nbsp;Blessings poured over me. &nbsp;There was joy instead of emptiness and peace instead of frustration. &nbsp;He filled me with His Spirit and I saw things I had never seen before. &nbsp;As the journey into the heart of God continued, He brought my husband along and filled him with His Spirit, too. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ps. 34: 11-12 &nbsp;Come, my children, listen to me; and I will teach you the fear of the Lord. &nbsp;Whoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies. Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As I journeyed with God, He began revealing my heart to me and the sin that was residing there. &nbsp;First He showed me my fear and began to deliver me from it as I repented and turned to Him. &nbsp;He healed my heart concerning the fear that surrounded the death of our stillborn son, Zebulun. &nbsp;He healed the rejection in my heart from my childhood as I repented of my pride and of seeking man's approval. &nbsp;He showed me people I needed to forgive and walked me through the process of continually seeking His heart for healing of past offenses and wounds. &nbsp;The Ladies Bible Study I joined worked through another Bible Study that taught me how to renew my mind and take every thought captive. &nbsp;More fears were revealed, repented of and healed. I gave up control of my children, surrendering them to Him and trusting Him with the outcome.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It would take too long to write out the story of each one of the fears, lies and wounds He delivered me from as I repented of my sin. &nbsp;Yet each time I faced a fear in my life, as the Holy Spirit moved, I felt a lump in my throat. &nbsp;As I repented and released each sin to Him, the lump would diminish. &nbsp;Yet I always knew that we were not done. &nbsp;Each time it got easier to repent and release the fear to Him. Each time I thought I might be done with fear.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ps. 34:17 &nbsp;The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles.</span><br /><br /><br />Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-29910958832605908252015-03-26T11:00:00.001-04:002015-03-26T11:15:54.132-04:00Clueless2009<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOtF88ST4xc/R79lz-TlfNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SSm_Pq_hF5Q/s1600-h/1cf1_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: black;"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOtF88ST4xc/R79lz-TlfNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SSm_Pq_hF5Q/s320/1cf1_1.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169962840817499346" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 294px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Last night Cynthia, Noah and I decided to play a game of Clue. I decided I wouldn't try too hard to win so that Noah would have a chance. After a few turns around, I realized that something was not quite right. Maybe there were cards missing? Noah had mentioned at the beginning that one thing he didn't like about Clue was how many cards you had to hold, yet each of us only had 5 or 6 cards in our hands. We counted up the rooms, the people and the weapons and realized that there were cards missing! We hunted around in the Game Closet and sure enough, we found the envelope that is the "confidential case file" and in it were three cards (obviously left over from the last time the game was played). We passed out one card to each of us (without looking!) and decided to go on with the game.</span> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">After a few more turns, something still didn't seem right. According to my Clue sheet, all the people were accounted for. Who could have committed the crime if we all had them in our hands? Cynthia began saying "something didn't seem right". Then I realized that maybe Nathan hadn't put the right cards in the middle of the board when we started our game. So we asked Nathan to look at the cards for us. Sheepishly he told us that he had put 3 weapons in the middle instead of one person, one weapon and one room. </span></span></span><img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Deb/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"> Ah...how had we missed the clues?! What a laugh!<br /><br />Life is often clueless. Just when you think you have something all figured out, the rules change. Your granddaughter comes home from the research program at NIH in Maryland and has her worst episode ever. You realize that the time has come that you have been dreading forever, the day she must be admitted to the local psychiatric hospital. She goes to the emergency room and after five hours she is sent back home again because there is no bed for a girl child in a psychiatric hospital in the state of Maine. Who changed the rules? How can she be in the throes of bipolar mixed-state and there be no safe place for her? How much longer can she and her family hold on? Are we on a Clue board, running from the Kitchen to the Study to the Ballroom in a crazy, mixed up race to end up nowhere? <br /><br />And then you find the secret passageway through the back door into the Acadia Hospital. You (as the parent) call the Access Center at the hospital and ask for an evaluation for your child to be admitted to their Day Program. It probably doesn't hurt that her psychiatrist called ahead the day before, but who knows in this Clueless game where their are no set rules. You take your child to the appointment, screaming almost all the way in, and bring her grandmother with you for help and moral support. It also helps that she can drive the car while you tend to the upset child. After all the twists and turns, she ends up admitted to the hospital and not the Day Program.<br /><br />Our Cluless Clue game ended up being pretty fun--and funny! It didn't turn out the way we expected but we laughed a lot and had a good time. Acadia's hospital admission didn't go the way we planned, but she ended up in a safe place when she needed to be there.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: webdings;"><br /></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-54957560633003406922015-03-26T11:00:00.000-04:002015-03-26T11:00:55.972-04:00The Battle written January 4, 2009January 4, 2009<br /><br />It never ends. It doesn't get easier, no, but seemingly harder. Maybe I am wiser because of the passing of time and the experiences of life, but the struggle seems to intensify. The enemy of my soul is certainly like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour in my own home. <br />I pray. At times my prayers get shorter and shorter, just simple requests. "Rescue her. Open her eyes. Rescue him. Keep him from evil."<br />I no longer have the confidence that I know what's right for my children. I realize they must choose their own way, and ultimately decide if following Jesus is worth the sacrifice. But oh how my heart breaks and everything within me wants things to work out for them. <br />The enemy knows when to strike. When my husband is tired and not himself. When life is busy. When I am struggling with my own depression and that of my son's. When there seems to be no place to turn for help and encouragement. When I am stressed and burnt out.<br />I turn to my God, my Savior. When some of Jesus' disciples were leaving him because of his teaching, he asked the twelve if they also wanted to leave? And Peter replied, "To whom shall we go?"<br />There is no one else. There is no other who understands me and the struggles I face. There is no other battle worth fighting. I have chosen whom I serve and as a family we have chosen to serve the true and living God. Now I need to remember the Lord's words to Joshua..."Be strong and of a good courage."<br /><br /><br />Hard to believe I wrote that back in April. Here it is almost October and it seems that the struggle hasn't changed. Circumstances have changed: we put Nathan in public school. He seems to be adapting well and enjoying it. I have had bronchitis for two weeks and still not feeling all that great. Is it depression? How do I know? Why do I feel like I belong nowhere? Like every little decision is overwhelming? I no longer even know what I want. <br /><br />We also have left Stetson Union Church. I thought that would bring me a lot of freedom but I feel like I've jumped off a cliff and am still falling. Where will I land? Why, if the body of Christ is really one body, does it feel so strange to be in another church? Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-3441781539835129342015-03-25T08:06:00.000-04:002015-03-26T11:01:54.033-04:00Tears of Joy- written May 05, 2008May 5, 2008<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOtF88ST4xc/SCbc1hmCzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/_sg1HyMb390/s1600-h/fetus1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOtF88ST4xc/SCbc1hmCzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/_sg1HyMb390/s320/fetus1.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199085631954930738" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I had about 20 minutes in between trips. We were putting groceries away, stuffing sandwiches in our faces, and getting ready to head out to Bangor for therapy appointments. The phone rang and I didn't recognize the cell phone number. It was my daughter-in-law, Sarah, and she wanted to let me know that "they" are pregnant. I knew they were trying. I knew she was almost done work and that house renovations were in the plans for this summer. Yet I was still overwhelmed with joy so deep that the tears came and I told her she was going to make me cry!<br /><br />There have been worries that it would be as hard for her to get pregnant as it was for her mother. There are still worries that she could have a miscarriage. But for now, we revel in the joy of anticipating another baby, a precious life, a girl or boy, my son's firstborn child. I know Sarah's parent's are probably more ecstatic than I am as this is their only child having their first grandchild. Yet I find myself thinking about her, wondering if the morning sickness has arrived yet, counting on my fingers the months to see when this child will be born.<br /><br />This Mother's Day is full of joy. Joy for the coming of Spring after a long, hard winter. Deep, abiding joy for the grace of God daily in my life. And a mother's joy as I kiss my children and grandchildren, with an extra kiss for Sarah as she carries a new life within.Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-44681868690962103482015-03-25T07:59:00.000-04:002015-03-25T07:59:07.023-04:00Suffering and Submission<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp;I have struggled all my married life with the word "submission". I think some of it comes from wrong teaching on the biblical meaning of submission, but mostly from a strongly independent spirit which is definitely not biblical. And I have struggled with suffering; it is not something I want or like to do. Yet in I Peter 2 &nbsp;we are told that we are called to both these things!&nbsp;</span><br /><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>1Pe 2:21 NIV &nbsp;To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.</b></span></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a2/ec/07/a2ec07a518047d5ad29f0fe577f3e802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a2/ec/07/a2ec07a518047d5ad29f0fe577f3e802.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b></span></i><i><br /></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jesus is my example. &nbsp;He always submitted to the Father and the Father's will, and the Father's will was for Jesus to suffer greatly for me and I should follow in His steps. &nbsp;So what does this submission and suffering look like? &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>1Pe 2:22-23 NIV "He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth." &nbsp;When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly.</b></i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It means not lying, not pretending. &nbsp;I have to be myself, open and honest before people no matter how they might react. &nbsp;I cannot speak deceitfully, covering up my true feelings out of fear or rejection or judgement. &nbsp;If I get insulted, I must not retaliate. &nbsp;If I suffer, I cannot make threats of getting even. &nbsp;Why? &nbsp;Because I must entrust myself to God, the One who judges justly. &nbsp;I need to start seeing myself as "hid in Christ". &nbsp;I need to believe that I am accepted, chosen, and dearly loved by my Father and that nothing--absolutely nothing can&nbsp;separate&nbsp;from His perfect love. &nbsp;This is something I am just learning. &nbsp;I have hid myself all my life. &nbsp;I feared being rejected by someone's words so I was careful to say what they wanted to hear. &nbsp;I tried to become the person they would accept instead of being who God made me to be. &nbsp;I even tried to be who I thought God would accept, not realizing that He had already accepted me as a hopeless sinner, yet in His love He saved me and gave me a new life. &nbsp;I don't have to live life as that hopeless sinner, trying to please God and others, fearing rejection and disapproval. &nbsp;God has literally given me a new heart to love Him and others. He has made me alive to Him. &nbsp;He has given me His Spirit inside my very body so I have power to live this new life. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Coming to Christ as a child, I always thought the Gospel was admitting I was a sinner and accepting the free gift of eternal life so I could go to heaven. &nbsp;That was it; the four spiritual laws. &nbsp;God loves me, I'm a sinner, Christ died for me, I need to accept Jesus as my Savior. But if I didn't really believe others loved me unconditionally, how could I believe God loves me unconditionally? &nbsp;Oh, He loved me like He loves the whole world and so sent His Son to save me. &nbsp;But now I need to please Him by being obedient and loving and kind and finding His perfect will for my life. &nbsp;You know, find God's plan A so I don't have to settle for plan B.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So surely submitting to that kind of God would be difficult. &nbsp;I never doubted my salvation and I knew He loved me, I just never realized how much. &nbsp;I kept part of myself from Him. &nbsp;I had to work, to perform to keep Him loving me. &nbsp;And I had to perform to keep others loving me which often leads to resentme</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nt because they don't always recognize my "work" and may at times even criticize what I do. &nbsp;I have to stop trusting in myself and my ways because I am deceiving myself if I think that will get me anywhere.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Job 15:31 NIV Let him not deceive himself by trusting what is worthless, for he will get nothing in return.</b></i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I must trust God, who does love me unconditionally with His unfailing love!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Psa 13:5 NIV But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation.</b></i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are not enough words to declare all that God has done for me or all that Jesus did for me on the cross alone. &nbsp;He bore my sins so I might die to sins and live for righteousness. &nbsp;By His wounds I am healed. &nbsp;It was costly. &nbsp;He paid the price and I receive all the blessings. Before I was a sheep going astray but now I am returning to the Shepherd and Overseer of my soul. &nbsp;I can trust the perfect Shepherd; I shall not want. &nbsp;</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://biblia.com/bible/images/500/1Pe2.22-24?extension=png&amp;fallbackOnFailure=False" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://biblia.com/bible/images/500/1Pe2.22-24?extension=png&amp;fallbackOnFailure=False" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a wife I am called to submit to my husband. &nbsp;How do I do that? &nbsp;By submitting myself to my own husband. &nbsp;I give him myself. &nbsp;I trust him with "me", with my feelings, my dreams, my likes, my thoughts, my body. &nbsp;I've already submitted my whole self to Father God and He asks me to now submit my whole self to my husband. &nbsp;This isn't about "obeying" my husbands every command. &nbsp;Certainly I don't go out and disobey what he desires or expects, but that is not what submission is. &nbsp;The one I obey is God and He has placed my husband in authority over me. &nbsp;So if there is a difference of opinion and a decision needs to be made, I can defer to my husband. &nbsp;But trusting my husband with my very self means I share all my opinions and thoughts with him. &nbsp;Yes, it takes sacrifice. &nbsp;It takes faith in God that His ways are good and perfect. &nbsp;God says that the "unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit" is of great worth in His sight. &nbsp;Do I believe that? &nbsp;What is the opposite of a gentle and quiet spirit?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A woman who wants her own way and makes sure she gets it. &nbsp;A woman who rides roughshod over her husbands feelings and needs to make sure her own get met. &nbsp;A woman who loudly proclaims her own opinions and ideas and doesn't give her husband time to talk. And a thousand other little ways she can be quick to demean, disrespect, question, criticize, judge, ridicule, and persist in her own ways.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://img1.etsystatic.com/003/0/5500740/il_570xN.469890563_2del.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://img1.etsystatic.com/003/0/5500740/il_570xN.469890563_2del.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Oh Father, forgive me for how often I have withheld myself from my husband. &nbsp;Hid my face in a book, not been willing to share my feelings with him, worn myself out doing other things in a day so there's no time or energy left for him. &nbsp;I may have submitted to him on the outside but inside I was withholding my very self from him. &nbsp;I may have accepted his authority over me, but never gave him the gift of who I really am. &nbsp;I repent of hiding, of being "unsubmissive" is this deeper way. &nbsp;I renounce the lies of the enemy that I am protecting myself by keeping things back. &nbsp;I renounce all the power of the enemy in my marriage by my ungodly belief of submission and break the "curse of submission" that was handed down to me. I renounce all the sin of my ancestors in not submitting to their husbands in a truly godly way. &nbsp;I release this sin to the cross and die to this sin in my life and I will now choose to live for righteousness. &nbsp;I will truly submit to my husband more and more every day. &nbsp;I will choose to share my very self with him, not in some romantic, idealistic way, but in godly way, with the gentle and quiet spirit of my inner self. &nbsp;I choose to do this because You say it is right and I will not give way to fear. The enemy will tempt me to fear, but I do not have to give way to it.&nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>&nbsp;<b>1Jo 4:18 NIV There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.</b></i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Our love can be made perfect in You, without fear. &nbsp;I can know and rely on the love You have for me. &nbsp;You will not punish me; for Jesus brought me peace by taking my punishment and I am healed by His wounds, healed from the very wounds of sin. I receive Your forgiveness for this sin in my life and I forgive myself for not trusting You. &nbsp;I repent of holding and hiding myself from You, Father. &nbsp;For not truly putting my all on the altar, for not being the living sacrifice that you ask, that you beg me to be in light of your great mercies. &nbsp;I renounce the lies of the enemy that You are not safe, that You do not love me unconditionally, that I must please You somehow in order to deserve and receive Your love. &nbsp;I renounce all the power of the enemy in my life because I held myself back from You. I tear down the stronghold of "protection" and of "hiding in myself". &nbsp;I renounce all the sins of my ancestors in believing in these strongholds, of hiding themselves from You and thinking they were protecting themselves. &nbsp;I renounce the stronghold of resisting the Holy Spirit and being "safe" and I renounce the sins of my ancestors in resisting Your Holy Spirit. &nbsp;I yield myself totally to you, Jesus. &nbsp;I offer myself up as a living sacrifice. &nbsp;I release all these sins to the cross where the shed blood of Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior cleanses me from all my sin. &nbsp;I receive Your forgiveness and I receive Your total love and acceptance of me just as I am. &nbsp;I forgive myself for withholding myself from You and from my husband. &nbsp;I receive the life of Christ, the power of the indwelling Holy Spirit and the unfailing love of Abba, my daddy. &nbsp;I receive the freedom to be myself, the person You created me to be, the real authentic Debbie. &nbsp;Alive to God! &nbsp;I surrender my whole self, my body, my dreams, my desires, my plans, my life to my God and Savior, Jesus Christ. &nbsp;My all truly is on the altar of His love. &nbsp;</i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://celebrategodsword.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/romans-12-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://celebrategodsword.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/romans-12-1.jpg" height="320" width="251" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-70355219832810294982014-04-04T10:23:00.000-04:002014-04-04T10:23:46.344-04:00Haiti<br /><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PO81xPUaIRE/Uz6_AzMxOYI/AAAAAAAALL4/gJXGmpULjdw/s1600-h/IMG_2704%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img alt="IMG_2704" border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-J5xGcivqkOU/Uz6_B6kZ7fI/AAAAAAAALMA/v52TNqjWHpI/IMG_2704_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="244" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="IMG_2704" width="164" /></a>Here she is in Haiti!&nbsp; I wish I could be there with her, meeting those children, holding their hands.&nbsp; But I know my place is here, for now.&nbsp; I am so proud of her for following her heart and beginning this adventure of stepping out and fulfilling her destiny.&nbsp; This is the daughter that ran away from home at age three!&nbsp; The little girl that rode her tricycle down the road because mom had left and she wanted to go too.&nbsp; I can’t wait to hear the stories and share in the excitement of her adventure.&nbsp; The glory stories of how God worked and moved and touched lives through her hands and her smile and her knowledge.&nbsp; To hear how Jesus showed up in Haiti.Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-3965100620351699722013-03-31T06:53:00.002-04:002013-03-31T06:53:16.491-04:00Blessed Easter<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It is early this morning, the sun is rising, and the chilly Maine air is at 18 degrees. &nbsp;Blair and Noah bundled up and headed out to the Sunrise Service. &nbsp;It has been three days (according to Jewish days) since we read Jesus' final words from the cross at church and "heard" the stone rolled into place at the "tomb". &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Much can happen in three days. &nbsp;A phone call at 7:20 AM asking if I can fill in &nbsp;and lead the Ladies' Bible Study at church. &nbsp;The chapter is on fear. &nbsp;Is it a coincidence that God has been dealing with the fear in my life for the past two years and delivering me from it? &nbsp;No, but still I get down on the floor and ask God to help me, not because I am fearful, but because I want Him to help these women like He has helped me. &nbsp;After a quick stop at a thrift store on my way home, I twist my ankle coming out the door as my left foot slips off the ramp, the left foot that I have sprained several times. &nbsp;It has slowed me down a little these last couple of days.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Saturday morning brought an old struggle to light, a prayer together, but discouragement later. &nbsp;A struggle to let go, to trust, to hope for a change. &nbsp;And then there was much preparation for today: cooking, cleaning, hair cuts, laundry, and a Resurrection movie to watch. &nbsp;There was sunshine to enjoy; opening doors to let it stream in and washing windows to remove the dirt it revealed. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As I pack up the Easter eggs for children's church and listen to "Were You There" by Selah, I begin the rejoicing by singing along: Were you there when He rose from the grave? &nbsp;Sometimes it cause me to shout, and I begin to tremble, Were you there when He rose from the grave? &nbsp;I listen to the Hallelujah Chorus:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;">The kingdom of this world</span></span></div><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Is become the kingdom of our Lord,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And of His Christ, and of His Christ;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And He shall reign for ever and ever,</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">For ever and ever, forever and ever,</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings, and Lord of lords,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings, and Lord of lords,&nbsp;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And Lord of lords,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And He shall reign,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And He shall reign forever and ever,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings, forever and ever,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And Lord of lords,</div></span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">Hallelujah! Hallelujah!</span></div><div style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Blessed Easter to you all! &nbsp;He is Risen!</span></div></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-70637870937150465722013-01-07T10:35:00.000-05:002013-01-07T10:35:03.443-05:00Day 4<br /><br />One gift old: &nbsp;my hubby!<br />One gift new: &nbsp;the new year, 2013<br />One gift blue: &nbsp;Noah's blue eyes<br /><br />Day 5<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddAqCWElTIE/UOrq6Q3o2tI/AAAAAAAAIjo/Ce3H6CqsNhA/s1600/920720_w185.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddAqCWElTIE/UOrq6Q3o2tI/AAAAAAAAIjo/Ce3H6CqsNhA/s200/920720_w185.png" width="126" /></a></div>Something I'm reading: &nbsp;Self Talk, Soul Talk<br />Something I'm &nbsp;making: &nbsp;Addison's quilt (must finish this!)<br />Something I'm &nbsp;seeing: &nbsp;Nathan enjoying his senior year of high school<br /><br />Day 6<br /><br />One thing in my bag: &nbsp;my pocket calander<br />One thing on my fridge: &nbsp;picture of Esmael Abdela, our sponsored child in Ethiopia<br />One thing in my heart: &nbsp;the Spirit of the Living God<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://www.christianbook.com/self-talk-soul-what-when-yourself/jennifer-rothschild/9780736920728/pd/920720">http://www.christianbook.com/self-talk-soul-what-when-yourself/jennifer-rothschild/9780736920728/pd/920720</a>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-66975825386934911592013-01-04T09:03:00.000-05:002013-01-04T09:03:11.036-05:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Day 2</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>A gift outside: &nbsp;Sunshine, in spite of the -10 degrees this morning</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>A gift inside: &nbsp;Our new pellet stove</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>On a plate: &nbsp;Baked salmon</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Day 3</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>3 graces you overheard:</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>#1 My husband praying</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>#2 My son laughing</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>#3 In the quiet, the clock ticking, knowing He is with me every second</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QI6NgsQLxbE/UObVq-8r5uI/AAAAAAAAIjM/O69AXRKHpnQ/s1600/1149997-old-fashioned-clock-showing-five-minutes-to-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QI6NgsQLxbE/UObVq-8r5uI/AAAAAAAAIjM/O69AXRKHpnQ/s1600/1149997-old-fashioned-clock-showing-five-minutes-to-12.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Ann Voskamp's journal today, she suggests choosing a word for the year. &nbsp;Allowing God to focus you on one word, thought, concept and then watching how He forms that word in you. &nbsp;Trying to think of my word....how to choose just one word. &nbsp;Fullness. &nbsp;That's my word. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Col. 2:9 &nbsp;For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>fullness</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table class="vk_txt ts" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small !important; margin-top: 20px;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0px;"><div class="vk_gy vk_sh" style="color: rgb(135, 135, 135) !important;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Noun</span></div><div><table class="ts" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0px;"><ol style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 19px;"><li class="vk_txt" style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.2; list-style: decimal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The state of being filled to capacity.</span></li><li class="vk_txt" style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.2; list-style: decimal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The state of having eaten enough or more than enough and feeling full.</span></li></ol></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr><tr><td style="height: 10px; padding: 0px;"></td></tr><tr><td style="padding: 0px 5px 0px 0px; vertical-align: top;"><div class="vk_sh vk_gy" style="color: rgb(135, 135, 135) !important;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Synonyms</span></div><div><table class="ts" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">plenitude - completeness</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-51393696890330424942013-01-02T09:04:00.000-05:002013-01-02T09:04:22.954-05:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of my new things this year, 2013 is to paticipate in the&nbsp;<a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/joy-dares/">Joy Dares</a>.&nbsp;So I'm already a day behind!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Day 1: &nbsp;3 gifts heard</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>1. &nbsp;Dad and I taking Elisabeth out to lunch and a movie for her birthday, and as we are in line waiting to go into the movie, she says, "I feel like an only child." &nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>2. &nbsp;The voice of an old friend from Tennessee.</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>3. &nbsp;Revelation Song by Phillips, Craig and Dean</i></span><br /><br /><a href="http://pl.st/s/777590289">Revelation Song</a>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-25648970278479761852010-11-28T17:03:00.003-05:002010-11-28T17:14:06.001-05:00Christmas<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><br /><tbody><br /><tr><br /><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a41304e7a49324d6a513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own invite - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><br /><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/invitations/" target="_blank"></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a41304e7a49324d6a513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 386px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; HEIGHT: 295px" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox invite" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a41304e7a49324d6a513d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></p><br /><p>So this is the Blair Cawley's family Christmas party. Wish we could invite you all but I will be stuffing people into every available corner! With the spouses and grandchildren we count 22, including Tim. Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas! I would promise to post pictures after Christmas but if you knew how long it took me to get this done you wouldn't even ask. But I might just surprise you. </p>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-76363513516294568432010-05-12T09:08:00.002-04:002010-05-12T09:49:19.276-04:00Never a Dull MomentI<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> sit here at my computer this morning as Cadi snores on the couch and Noah slumbers in his bed. It is 9:00 o'clock and I should get them up but I am savoring a few more minutes of quiet. Blair got himself up and off to work at 6am. I rolled out at 6:20am to get Nathan up and out the door by 7am with all his baseball gear for a game this afternoon after school. Cynthia is busy getting ready for work now and Tim is taking care of the chickens--part of his morning routine. Pretty dull, huh?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I couldn't help but laugh last night. The kids were in the living room watching "Alvin and the Chipmunks: the Sequel". Cynthia and Josh were at the kitchen table eating hamburgers they had cooked. I was on my bed reading a book and listening to the Red Sox game. Cadi had taken her three doses of medication for the night, albeit a little later than scheduled (I'm not the most focused of psych nurses). The routine here is for her to sleep on the couch. Somehow by the time the movie was over and the kids were getting ready for bed, Josh (Cynthia's fiance) had moved to the couch and was peacefully sleeping away (he works nights and didn't have to leave for work until 10 pm). So I told Cadi to go down to Noah's room and get in the extra bed and if she couldn't get to sleep she could come up after Josh left. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sure enough, at 10 o'clock, she comes slowly up the stairs with her blankets and Nina (the stuffed monkey) and heads for the couch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And here's where I get to tell you about the best Grampie in all the world. He sits in his recliner and watches a movie (turned down low of course) and waits for Cadi to fall asleep on the couch. Of course it's hard to tell who falls asleep first, but I won't tell! Last night I think she (and he?!) dozed off fairly quickly. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I eagerly await what the day has for us all. The sun is shining even though the temperature is still a little cool for a May morning (42 degrees at 6:30am but up to 49 degrees now). A little schoolwork, a little housework, a little laundry. Meals to prepare, baseball games to attend, wedding invitations to stuff and mail. They are all gifts to me from the One who loves me. How blessed I am that the career God allowed me to have fills me with such joy. No, wait. It's not the career; although I am happy as a stay-at-home mom, homeschool teacher, grandmother, care-giver, wife, wedding planner, baseball mom, etc. It's the presence of the Father who loves me and fills me with joy as I serve Him in this place where He has put me. Some days are difficult and it's hard to feEl the joy but one thing is for sure...</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">THERE IS NEVER A DULL MOMENT AROUND HERE!<br /><br />Are you coming over today? Just give me a call and we'll squeeze you in!<br /></span>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-91361692885585305652009-02-06T10:36:00.000-05:002009-02-06T10:37:00.801-05:00Beautiful Acadia Day<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a517a4d6a67344d673d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Beautiful Acadia Day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a517a4d6a67344d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></table>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-81605669275996162572009-01-12T12:16:00.002-05:002009-01-12T12:16:54.039-05:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a417a4f546b354f413d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Oliver Gray Cawley" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a417a4f546b354f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></table>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177980059833659734.post-32168014845477407242009-01-02T16:27:00.000-05:002009-01-02T16:28:09.977-05:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a67304e4459304e673d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Family Christmas 08" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a67304e4459304e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox greeting</a></td></tr></table>Deb Chttps://plus.google.com/108855427846130084247noreply@blogger.com1